#if i was an actress id already have him

[djotime-allthetime]

i hope yall know that i know nothing about the film industry and i've only watched one of fred's projects and it was also heavily censored in my country.

my fics are for entertainment purposes only! any mistake made is actually just my creative liberty being exercised and not a mistake because i dont make those!

[phagodyke]

i saw devs when it came out + then kinda forgot it existed for years but i remember rly liking it so im rewatching now and this might sound kinda dumb but lyndon being played by a woman was genuinely a gender turning point for me like its never commented on or made into a whole deal its just. a cis actress playing a cis guy

[pathologicalreid]

You write fluff and flangst absolutely amazingly and I’m in awe every dang time!

Buuut since you’ve got spring break coming up, a little fic idea that’s in my head that I’ll never do justice! (If you’re interested)

Fem!reader finding out an adorable way to tell Spencer she’s pregnant. I don’t care if they’re dating or married or what - but like she puts together a crossword, or a puzzle and he just doesn’t get it. (If you wanna throw angst in, he leaves without getting it for a case and then realizes it in the middle of the night.)

puzzling | S.R.

trying to tell Spencer you're pregnant, but he's too concerned with your well-being to fill out your custom crossword puzzle

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: pregnancy and misc. symptoms., talk of fainting and blood tests. word count: 1.69k a/n: welcome back to the spencer reid dilf agenda! i hope this does your request justice and thank you for entrusting me with this idea!!!! <3

you

It was your pride and joy, the collection of folded papers that sat on the kitchen counter, next to a cup of coffee that you had already filled for him.

On your fake newspaper, you had created a custom crossword puzzle. With four very important clues.

Across: “Early stage of life”

Across: “American actress Frances _”

Down: “Must be finished by”

Down: “Veteran’s Day month”

You smiled softly to yourself as you heard Spencer’s footsteps coming down the staircase. Padding over to the kitchen counter, you sat on one of the stools, a cup of tea in front of you.

Before he even looked at the newspaper, Spencer leaned over to kiss you good morning, “You look tired,” he whispered, hooking a finger under your chin as if he were investigating the dark circles underneath your eyes.

“Way to make a girl feel good about herself,” you teased lightly, even though you knew he was right. At least you felt tired.

He rolled his eyes, “You know that’s not what I meant.” Turning to grab his mug of coffee off of the counter, he observed you again, “Are you sure your doctor said nothing was wrong?”

Smiling, you gave him a brief nod. You had gone to see your doctor a few days ago for nausea and fatigue, and Spencer would’ve gone with you had he not been on the other side of the country on a case. “They’re running some tests, but they didn’t see anything blatantly wrong,” the doctor was running a few blood tests, checking your iron levels and HCG.

Using his free hand, Spencer reached over and moved a lock of hair out of your face, “They said your blood pressure was low?”

Low blood pressure, as it turned out, was a pregnancy symptom that was most common in the first trimester. “You’re freaking out over nothing, Spence,” you told him. Really, it was something. A rather large something – or small, depending on how you wanted to look at it. “Come on, it’s crossword time,” you told him, using the end of the pen to tap on the newspaper.

“I worry about you when I’m away. You do know that low blood pressure can cause syncope, right? Did they prescribe you anything for it?” He asked, ignoring your wishes to move on and do the crossword.

There was a small part of you that just wanted to tell him, but frankly, you had worked too hard on the crossword puzzle to give yourself away like that. You couldn’t tell him that they didn’t prescribe you anything because they didn’t know how far along you were. A larger part of you knew that if you just got him to work on the puzzle, he would have his answers in about seven minutes.

Then his phone rang, he pulled the device out of his pocket, and the Caller ID on the screen caused you to slump your shoulders forward. It was Garcia. “Hey Garcia,” he greeted on the phone, “at the tarmac?”

You set your head on the counter and sighed in defeat as Spencer hung up the phone.

“Are you alright?” He asked you softly, tenderly wrapping an arm around your torso.

Humming, you sat back up, ignoring the stars in your field of vision as you did so. “I’m fine, you should go,” you insisted.

Spencer shook his head, “No, you’re sick. I’ll call Garcia back and tell her I have to stay back.” Acting bewildered at the idea that he had been so remiss as to agree to do his job while you were unwell.

You reached out and set a hand on his, “It’s alright, love. I can take care of myself,” you reminded him. Besides the fact that you were wholly self-sufficient, the only reason why Spencer would be asked to meet the team at the tarmac was if they were headed toward a particularly gnarly case – they needed all hands on deck.

“Promise me you’ll check in? Call your mom if you need any help, please,” he requested, pleading eyes following you as you got up to hug him.

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around him, “You should take the crossword with you.” Pulling away, you haphazardly refolded the newspaper and handed it to him.

Furrowing his brow, Spencer inspected the paper that you had given him. “We always do the crossword together on Saturdays,” he found you incredibly helpful on the pop culture clues. “We could save this one and then have two for next week,” he offered.

God. No. Your eyes widened at the idea of having to keep your secret for another week, shaking your head, you shrugged, “No, you should take it. It’ll make me look forward to next week even more,” you insisted.

He folded, and with a sweet kiss to the forehead, he was off to go save lives, remaining entirely unaware of the one growing inside of you.

him

The judgmental Italian behind him was proving to be a distraction, “Did you find something?” Spencer asked, eyeing the evidence board with frustration. Something bugged him about the case, and he couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.

“Not right now, but it’s three in the morning,” Rossi said, joining Spencer by the evidence board. “Why don’t you give that big brain of yours a break?”

Shaking his head, Spencer crossed his arms in front of his chest, “I tried. I can’t stop thinking about the case.” Men were popping up dead in a small Missouri town at an alarming rate, and he felt so close to a breakthrough.

Dave nodded like he understood the feeling, that was probably why he had emerged from his hotel room so early, returning to the precinct before the sun peeked over the horizon. “What do you usually do to wind your brain down?”

Raising his eyebrows, Spencer shrugged, “Crossword puzzles,” he admitted, any word puzzle would do the trick.

The chuckle from the older man next to him startled Spencer, “Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?” Rossi looked around the precinct, “I’m sure we can find one around here somewhere.”

“No,” Spencer said, “I have one in my bag, actually.” He refrained from including the detail that you had given him the crossword puzzle, or else he’d never hear the end of it.

Clapping him on the back, Rossi lifted his coffee cup, “Then I suggest you go take the thirty seconds to fill out that puzzle and then get some rest.”

Once he was back in his hotel room, he changed before pulling out the pile of papers that you had sent him off with. Sitting on top of the bed, he filled out the puzzle in approximately six minutes and forty-three seconds. Once the letters were filled in, he skimmed the puzzle – just to check it over.

The only one that might’ve given him trouble was about an American actress – usually he had you to help him with pop culture, but he recalled having the same last name as an actress in Days of Our Lives.

It was interesting that the words “Baby” and “Reid” were right next to each other.

Wait.

Quickly, he calculated the odds that the words “Baby” “Reid” “Due” and “November” were all in the puzzle and when the numbers were put together, they made your anniversary. Spencer just as quickly called you, listening to the phone ringing.

His heart was racing as he waited to see if you answered the phone. “Hey,” your groggy voice came through the receiver.

“Where did you get this crossword puzzle?” He asked you, flipping through the rest of the newspaper for the first time.

You hummed softly, “You’re doing it right now?”

Looking at the alarm clock on his bedside table, he dropped his face into his hands. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t even think about the time,” it was just past four in the morning now, making it just past five in the morning in Virginia. “I just thought that…” his voice trailed off. What if it was just a coincidence?

There was silence on your end of the call, and he wondered if you had fallen asleep. You hadn’t been feeling well, and he’d woken you up with his phone call. “You thought what, Spence?”

The teasing lilt in your voice had given you away to him immediately. He knew. Every one of his suspicions were confirmed, “Y/N Reid,” he breathed.

“Spencer Reid,” you countered.

He took a deep breath, “Are you pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you answered simply, with about as much enthusiasm as he expected from you at five in the morning.

It all started to make sense to him. The low blood pressure, the drowsiness, and even the slight caginess when it came to him asking about your doctor’s visit. He swiped away a few stray tears, “I don’t know what to say.” It wasn’t a feeling he was overly used to.

You cleared your throat, “Are you happy?” Nerves clouded your voice, and he could hear you becoming more awake – more alert.

“I am,” he searched aimlessly. Elated. Thrilled. Ecstatic. “I’m so happy,” he told you, at a loss for words. “I don’t know what to say, I just… God, are you okay?” Dread washed over him, you were alone, sick, and pregnant at home and he was halfway across the country.

Sighing, he heard a ruffling on the other end of the call. “I’m great. I’m exhausted, I had no idea being pregnant was so tiring. I mean, I knew, but I didn’t know.” You sighed again, “I’m not making any sense.”

He laughed lightly at your rambling, “You’re making perfect sense. Chances are your energy will return during the second trimester.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.” You paused again for just a moment, “I’m sorry if I scared you. With the whole doctor’s appointment thing. They really are keeping an eye on my blood pressure and whole slew of other things, but they know the root cause.”

A giddy smile grew on his face, “It’s because you’re pregnant.”

A soft hum came through the phone, “It’s because I’m pregnant,” you concurred.

[ghostfacd]

ALL BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY? | TOM BLYTH

pairing. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

summary. after you and tom called it quits, the internet can’t help but make you their punching bag, all because you liked a boy.

part 2 | installment of this au | recommend you read it for more context!

CELEBRITYNEWS Months after the pair announced they were dating on Instagram, couple Y/N Avocot and Tom Blyth have now since broken up due to personal reasons and “mutual agreement” according to a source. We will miss the sweet ex-couple, and we wish the best for Y/N and Tom!

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user1 guys im going to cry

user2 this wasn’t in my 2023 plans.

user3 actual tears

user4 ik rachel is heartbroken rn bc they’re both her close friends and she introduced them to one another 😭😭

➥ user5 you’re so right OMG

user6 they were so good together?? im upset

user7 he’s single now….. YES

ynuser me time 🌞 (new skincare video up soon yayy!!)

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user8 guys, it’s official. she unfollowed tom

➥ user9 it’s the way he still follows her and likes all her posts like this is too sad to watch ☹️

user10 girly after unfollowing tom and everything even tho he still follows and likes her post

user11 she doesn’t deserve him lol. not then, not now, not ever

sean.kauf ur time

conangray yess i love you yn

➥ ynuser @/conangray @/sean.kauf i love you two 💘

rachelzegler only girls party

➥ user12 oh?

hollywoodnews Oh? is this a new romance brewing? Actress and music artist, YN Avocot and her fellow actor and cast mate Sean Kaufman seen awfully comfortable in multiple restaurants not long after YN’s breakup with her ex-boyfriend, actor Tom Blyth

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user13 cant defend yn anymore

➥ user14 she never asked u to defend her stop being delulu..

user15 welp called it, she’s a hoe

user16 doesn’t sean have a gf? not her homewrecking…

user17 acting like all that after she’s single please someone humble her immediately

user18 guys stop sending hate to yn, it’s literally not gonna help anyone. she’s single, she has the freedom to do whatever she wants without you guys being down her back 24/7.

liked by @/tomblyth

➥ user19 hello tom blyth literally liked ur comment??

user20 not tom still being nice to her even after all this. Personally me? Id never take that level of disrespect

ynuser “all because i liked a boy” OUT NOW! This song was originally something else that I put off for a really long time until now, it’s all from my experiences so it makes it very personal for me. I hope you guys like it as much as I do! As always, be kind to yourself and one another ❤️

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sean.kauf love this, love YOU!

➥ ynuser ❤️❤️

conangray this is a masterpiece

user21 THE REFERENCES TO THE HATE COMMENTS OMG ☹️☹️ this song is so good she doesn’t deserve all the hate she gets

user22 and all of this for what? WHEN EVERYTHIN’ WENT DOWN WE’D ALREADY BROKEN UP

➥ user23 TELL ME WHO I AM GUESS I DONT HAVE A CHOICE

➥ user24 ALL BECAUSE I LIKED A BOYYYYY

user25 the way tom hasn’t said anything..

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Red Carpet || Tom Blyth x gf!reader

Summary: Tom takes you to your very first movie premiere and it happens to be the movie that he is the protagonist in. A sweet moment happens between the two of you which leaves fans further fangirling over your relationship.

A/n: I have been constantly asked If I will ever do a Tom Blyth x reader imagine and the answer is yes :). Btw I absolutely love @yzzart’s Tom Blyth x actress!reader imagines and you should totally go check them out!

Warnings: none :)

Wc:

Divider by @pommecita

You were beyond nervous and excited to attend the red carpet Premiere for The Hunger Games The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. Especially since you would be attending as your boyfriend’s plus one who happens to play Coriolanus Snow in said movie.

The two of you kept your relationship as private as you could, but at some point along the way of him filming, everyone knew the two of you were together. Your public affection towards each other during the behind the scenes did not go unnoticed by fans who recorded it and took pictures.

It was bound to happen someday. "You look absolutely gorgeous, darling," Tom hugs you from behind, your exposed back flush against his outfit, as he admires your reflection in the mirror. You hold his arms that were protectively on your waist.

"Thank you, Tom. You look as handsome as ever," You giggle, turning around to place your hands on either side of his face, admiring every little detail on his face that you have already noticed about a thousand times, before placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

You two were on your way to the event, his hand never left your thigh as you lean your head against his shoulder. Your phone suddenly buzzed as you look at the caller id. It was Rachel. You immediately answered it as it went through to face time.

"Where are you guys!" She yells in the speaker, loud chatter in the background. She was already at the event. "We are literally around the corner," You say taking a look around your surroundings as Tom chuckles. "Let me see your outfits!" Rachel stares at you with a wide grin.

You laugh at her energy as you pass Tom the phone as he holds it up so that the both of you were on screen. Rachel gasps as she covers her mouth, "You guys look fucking amazing!" She squeals as you chuckle.

"Wait until you see the back of Y/n's dress," Tom lets out a whistle as you nudge him with a smile. "I can't wait to see! Oh wait, I think I see your car pulling up right now. See you soon!" She quickly says before hanging up.

Tom squeezes your thigh, his way of asking if you were alright without any words. You nod with a small smile. You arrived at the premiere and the flashlights coming from the cameras shone through the windows.

Tom steps out first before lending you his hand, aiding you as you get out of the car. He gives you an encouraging smile as you smile back at him. Everyone started screaming when they saw the two of you, causing you to smile even more.

His hand rested on the small of your back as the two of you were whisked into interviews. "Tom! It's so great to see you, we'd like to ask you a few questions if that is alright?" The woman smiles as she passes Tom a microphone.

"Of course!" Tom offers the man a smile. "What was your favourite things about filming this movie?" You stayed quiet as you look at Tom, giving him a smile. "Well, I was super grateful to be able to work with such incredible actors and actresses, Peter and Viola just to name a few, I really enjoyed the atmosphere on set, we were all like family," Your boyfriend answers.

You saw a lot of cameras pointed your directions so you wave and smile, "Would you like to explain to us and your fans who this beautiful girl is beside you Tom?" You snap your attention back to Tom and the woman. Tom smiles as you as you look at the woman. "I think you and everyone already have a pretty clear idea on who she is," Tom laughs as does the woman.

"This beautiful girl is my girlfriend. She's stuck with me during the whole filming of the movie and I'm so grateful that she's mine," He answers, his eyes not leaving yours as he pulls you closer to him. "He's just too sweet isn't he?" You chuckle at the camera making them laugh.

Tom presses a kiss on your cheek as you could feel your face heating up slightly. "You two are just too adorable! Thank you for your time, the woman smiles as Tom hands her back the microphone. "My pleasure," Tom gives her a final smile before the two of you are once again whisked into other interviews, where you would sometimes be included.

Then it was time to take pictures. Tom's hand never left yours as you both stood where they were taking the photos. Tom protectively places his hand on your waist as you both pose for the cameras. You were almost blinded by all the flashing and deaf from the shouting.

The string on the back of your dress suddenly became loose as you curse under your breath. Tom looks down at you before moving to stand in front of you in a protective manner to cover you from the cameras. "You okay?" He asks concerned. I look at him with a smile from his sweet gesture.

"The back of my dress came undone," He looks over your shoulder. He then pulls you into a hug as you were slightly taken back. You then feels his hands working on tying your dress back. You let out a chuckle as you rub his back.

The cameras directly in front of you were confused but the cameras by the side all awed at his actions. "There you go, darling," He kisses your cheek as he pulls back. You give him a grateful smile, "Thank you."

"Y/n! Tom!" You hear a feminine voice call out as Rachel and Josh make their way towards the two of you. "Hi!" You smiled, pulling Josh into a hug and then Rachel. "Oh you look stunning," Rachel holds your forearms as you couln't keep the smile of your face.

"Have you looked in a mirror? You look gorgeous Rach!" You pull her in for a second hug as you all laugh at something funny Josh had said as the four of you pose for a picture.

After the premiere, Rachel sent you so many links to nearly every single social media platform. There were a bunch of posts and tiktoks about what happened with your dress and how Tom helped you by hugging you.

You chuckle as you show Tom the posts and hundreds of tiktoks that had already been posted. "They love you," Tom chuckles, kissing your forehead as the two of you lay in each others embrace.

[zegrasdrysdale]

Can you write about Nico dating a really famous actress, she is in House of the Dragon and in Dune, and now she is doing the press tour for the movie so she hasn't seen Nico in a while so to surprise him she goes to the stadium series and is at the family skate with him holding hands and being cute the whole time, so Nico is asked about their relationship the press conference after the game and he answered the question being a proud boyfriend, please? I love your writing

[ press pause ] n. hischier

paring : Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary : after being away for a few months filming and doing press for her projects, (Y/N) surprises boyfriend Nico at family skate before the Stadium Series

warning(s) : one suggestive comment but other than that, cute and fluffy

author’s note : this request has been sitting in my drafts bc i wasn’t very proud of it but i decided to let it see the light of day bc i miss the stadium series. pls lmk what y’all think (the entire press conference is completely made up for the sake of the fic btw)

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She needed a vacation by the time her tour ended in New York City. It’s exhausting doing a multi-month press tour for a show that wasn’t coming out until the summer. She knows she’ll have to go on another one anyway while the season is airing on HBO.

The idea didn’t enter her mind until she saw a billboard on the highway going into New York. It advertises the two NHL Stadium Series games that are happening in a few days.

When the games were announced a few months ago, she was already booked on the press tour for season two of House of the Dragon. Nico wanted her to come to the game against the Flyers but she wasn’t sure if she’d be in the area to go.

Turns out, she is. Since she’s in the area, she decides to surprise her captain boyfriend at family skate.

Cat Toffoli worked closely with a designer to make some jackets for the wives and girlfriends of the players for the Stadium Series. She even made sure to make one with a “13” on it, just in case.

She’s happy that she gets to put the jacket to use since she’s surprising Nico at family skate. Pressing pause on her press tour to support her boyfriend in what’s one of the most important games of his life was the best idea she’s had in a while. It’s been a long time since she has laced up the skates Nico bought her when they first got together during the 2021-2022 season. Tonight seems a good time.

An Uber takes her from her shared apartment with Nico in Hoboken to MetLife Stadium in East Rutherford once she's in something that she can comfortably skate in, which ends up being leggings, a red shirt, and her jacket that Cat had made for her. She grabs one of Nico's beanies out of the endless pile in his closet just in case her head gets cold.

She gets more excited the closer she gets to the football field turned hockey rink. She shakes with excitement when the Uber pulls into the player parking lot.

Cars are parked all over the place. She recognizes most of the cars that are parked. The Devils get the ice tonight for practice and family skate.

With her jacket wrapped tight around her and a duffel bag holding her skates, she heads in the back entrance. She shows her ID to the security guard, who gives her special credentials so everyone knows she’s allowed there and is allowed onto the ice.

She’s already late so she could pull off this surprise. All of the players and their families are out on the ice. With quick feet, she makes her way onto the field. Her duffel bag slung over her shoulder as she rushes to the rink.

As soon as she reaches the bench, someone tells, “Nice of you to join us!” She sits down so she can change into her skates. Jack skates by with a smile on his face. “He’s been hoping that you’d show up.”

Her eyes scan the ice to find her boyfriend. She finally is able to spot him as he skates over to her. Jack skates off and Nico takes his spot.

When her laces are tied, she stands up and Nico helps her over the boards. “You’re here?” he asks as she gains her balance on her skates. “I thought you were traveling today.”

“Decided to press pause so I could be here for you,” she tells him. “Wanted to support my boyfriend after all the supporting you’ve done for me.” Nico flashes his dimpled smile at her.

She takes in his appearance. He’s in full gear with his red practice jersey since they did practice before the families came onto the ice. He has on his Devils beanie with the pompom on top of his head. The eye black he has on his cheeks looks good.

Nico takes her hand and loosely laces their fingers. “I’m glad you came,” he says. “It wouldn’t have been the same if you weren’t here.”

“Your dad and sister came though,” she replies as Nico begins to skate backwards. He pulls her along and she manages to keep her balance by holding his hands. “I’m sure it would’ve been okay if I wasn’t able to come.”

He pulls her closer to him so her chest is pressed against his gear on his chest. Nico’s hands rest on her waist to make sure she doesn’t fall. “You’re the most important person in my life, schatzi,” he tells her. “It wouldn’t have been the same. I promise”

She smiles up at him.

Out of the corner of her eye, he notices all the cameras on the two of them. She’s not even surprised. She’s one of the world’s most known actresses and he’s the captain of the Devils. Reporters are probably getting all the pictures they can get.

Nico doesn't let go of her hand. He makes sure their fingers are locked the entire time she's on the ice.

It's easy to forget the world around her when she skates with Nico. She's so focused on Nico and Nico is so focused on her that it feels like they're the only two people in the world despite multiple pairs of eyes being on them and a bunch of cameras trained on them.

There's only a few minutes left of family skate when Nico decides that it would be a good idea to spin his girlfriend. When she's on the toe pick of her skates, because Nico thought it would be smart to get her figure skating skates, he grabs her hand and spins her around.

"Nico!" she gasps as she spins right into his arms. He wraps his arms around her waist "You can't just do that without warning me. What if I fell?"

He laughs against her ear. "You know I'll always have you," he tells her. "You would think that you'd be able to skate on your own by now."

She shakes her head as Nico kisses the swell of her ear. The smile that forms on her lips is involuntary since she's trying to be mad at Nico. "I don't think you understand that I skate maybe three times a year," she sighs. "My job doesn't involve skating like yours does."

Nico smiles and she looks up at him. "Have I ever told you how good you look on skates?" he asks. "Because this look does it for me. Hope you know that."

With a gentle shove from her, Nico backs away but always makes sure to keep a hand on her so she doesn't fall.

"You are so lucky that I love you," she says to Nico as she carefully turns to face him.

He hums and playfully rolls his eyes before he slides his hands up to cup her cheeks. His fingers are freezing, but she quickly pushes that thought out of her head when Nico pulls her in for a soft kiss. She can't help but smile as she returns the kiss.

It's very rare for Nico to show this type of affection in public let alone at a Devils event. They're both very shy about their relationship when it comes to the public eye, but sometimes a moment overwhelms them and they can't help it.

Like this moment. Center ice on the Stadium Series rink.

She wraps her arms around his waist for a little extra security. The last thing she wants to do right now is fall on her butt. She can hear all the snaps of the cameras the longer their lips are connected.

Nico breaks the kiss and smiles at her. She reaches up and pokes his dimple, which gets a laugh out of Nico.

"Alright, Dimple Lover," he says with a smile. "Let's go. I feel gross and sweaty. I need to shower."

"As long as I can join you if you decide to shower at home."

"We're going home right now."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

From the moment Nico scored on Sam Ersson thirty seconds into the game, she's been on her feet. It set the pace for the rest of the game. The Devils scored two goals every period, and Nico himself scored two goals on the night.

East Rutherford is on fire in the stands. They're cheering. It gets even louder when Nico is being interviewed by Emily Kaplan on a live mic and he says, "Thanks for showing up. It was fucking amazing- sorry."

He has the cutest smile on his face and waves at the crowd around him. The smile she already had on her face grows impossibly bigger.

When Nico heads down the tunnel to get out of his gear, she heads down to stand outside the media room so she can catch Nico before he goes in and does his post-game comments.

She's liking pictures of her and Nico from yesterday on Instagram. She replies to some of her mentions on Twitter. She even posts one of the pictures of her and Nico from yesterday when they were on the ice at family skate. Almost immediately, it begins blowing up on every single social media platform like her posts usually do when she posts Nico.

Minutes after she posts the picture, Nico comes walking down the stairs that lead to the hallway. He's back in Sopranos outfit, sans the jacket. The white tank hugs his body and shows off his arms. The cut he has under his eye completes the look.

Nico spots her before he turns into the media room. He says that he'll be in the room in a second. Then he walks over to his girlfriend.

"Hi, handsome," she says with a smile on her face. "Nice goals. Oh, I like this outfit too."

He leans down and steals a kiss. "Those goals were for you, schatzi," he whispers to her as he tucks her hair behind her ear. "I had to show off for my girl."

She smiles up at him and he mirrors it.

"Nico, we need you in here," someone says. "Nate's ready to go."

Nico nods and looks into the room. "Want to come watch?" he asks. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind."

With a nod, the two of them head into the room.

The reporters buzz as Nico walks up to the table to sit with Nate and she makes her way to an empty seat among the reporters. The woman she sits next to has a moment of panic and realization of who she is as the press conference gets underway.

One of the reporters in the front row asks, "Nate, was that celly after your goal planned?"

Nate laughs and nods. "Yeah, actually," he replies. The reporters in the crowd laugh. "Chris and I sat down and planned out a couple of different cellys just in case either of us scored. I happened to be the one to score, twice."

"Speaking of two goals, Nico," another reporter begins to say. "How do you feel after those goals you scored? Effing amazing?"

Nico smiles. "Yeah, it felt good, without the addition of another word that shouldn't have been said on live television," he replies with a very light laugh. "No, it feels good to score two goals coming off the All Star break. Took some time off, skated and worked on what I needed to, and, uh, I'm ready to have a good second half of the season."

They make eye contact and she smiles at him. One of the reporters notices that Nico's smile has gotten softer. "So, your goals have nothing to do with the fact that your girlfriend was here all weekend?" a third reporter asks.

"The fact that she was able to take time out of her incredibly busy schedule to be here means a lot to me, yeah," Nico says. "Being able to score a couple goals was me telling her that I was happy she was here."

"So it doesn't bother you that her presence this weekend has made multiple headlines and occasionally overshadowed the game?"

Nico scans the crowd and finds the reporter that asked the question. "I have never once thought that her being here this weekend overshadowed the game," he replies. "I am more than happy to have her here. If she makes a view headlines then oh well. She's one of the world's most well known and talented actresses, and I am proud to be her boyfriend. If that means that some of the attention is off of me then okay."

She smiles and bites her bottom lip as she watches Nico while he and Nate finish up the press conference with questions about the game.

One of the things she's always been worried about was completely overshadowing Nico and his career with hers. Now that she knows that he's proud of her accomplishments.

As soon as Nico is done, he makes a beeline right for her. She opens her mouth to say something but Nico quickly cuts her off with his lips. She giggles into the kiss and wraps her arms around his neck.

Cameras click around them but she doesn't care. Neither does Nico if he meant what he said.

"Nico," she laughs as she breaks the kiss. "This is your day. Enough about me. Stop making me a headline by kissing me in front of the cameras."

He smiles. "I don't care," he tells her. "I'll kiss you in front of a million cameras."

She shakes her head and pushes his hair out of his face. "You are insane," she tells him.

"You love it."

"I do."

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chapter 02.

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“cmonnn!” you pushed chan’s shoulder slightly, “tell me just one more time!”

chan chuckled and shook his head, “why do you always want me to tell you how i started to like you? i’ve already told you that like 7 times!”

“is it a crime to want to hear over and over again how the love of your life fell in love with you, lee chan?”, the boy laughed out loud, “actually, it is a crime”

you stood up and turned around to walk away, but chan took you by the hand and looked up at you with a smile on his face, his laughter dying down. “where do you think youre going?”

“to the police station, im gonna tell the police officer to arrest me because apparently im committing a crime!”

“come here…” he chuckled softly while pulling you closer, letting a happy sigh when you sat down next to him. chan placed his arm around your shoulder, “okay, ill tell you once again”

your pouty face changed to a happy one almost immediately, you sat straight and looked at him with shiny eyes, waiting for him to start talking.

“when i first landed my eyes on you i’ve already found you attractive, but i actually got interest in you when i said to the class i wanted to become an idol and some people laughed at me, but you stood up for me and told me i had potential to be one. ever since that day, i wanted to become closer to you, you started to shine in my eyes…” he sighed, “but someone wanted to play hard to get”

“i wasnt playing hard to get! i simply didnt want you” you lied, already knowing that he knows its a lie. he always caught you staring at him, whispering to your friends’ ear while looking at him and blushing a little bit everytime he tried to flirt with you. “whatever you say, princess”

“but it was worth all the hard working, wasnt it?”

“of course it was! but thank god you dont know how to be nonchalant, because if you succeed in acting nonchalant about me trying to make you mine id have moved on”, chan’s words made you fake gasp, you placed your hand on your chest and pretended to be offended, “are you trying to say that im a terrible actress and that there was a possibility you wouldnt fight for me? your life would be miserable!”

“yours too, youd think every single about how ruined the chance of having something with me and then id have to deal with me literally everywhere once i had fame” he booped your nose and laughed at the sight of you pouting, “dont pout, it makes you look way too kissable”

you somehow pouted even more, making him laugh and give you a quick kiss on your pouty lips.

“come on, ill buy you an ice cream and take you home. its getting late, i dont want your parents to hate me”

“nah, they could never hate you”

“i know, but i love when you say that”

HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS

yn and chan date since their freshman year and are truly high school sweethearts, but will chan’s dream of becoming an idol get between their relationship?

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Surprise

luke hughes x actress!reader

note: love them and this request 🩷

warnings: eating, food, calling kraft dinner bad even though i eat it like once a week

word count: 840

Y/n was so excited to see Luke, they haven’t been together in person for around a month because Y/n was busy in LA filming the next season of the Evelyn Hugo series. And now that that was done filming she quickly got on the next plane to New Jersey to see the boy. She purposely told him she would be there a day later than she actually was because she wanted to surprise him.

Just now she was in the elevator of the building, Jack had told her the code to get into the apartment building so as to not alert Luke of the surprise, when she got a call from the very boy she was going to see. Fishing the phone out of her pocket and glancing at the caller ID brought a soft smile to her face, “Hey, baby.” “Hey” 

She heard the sound of pots and pans crashing together in the background of the call, “What’re you doing, hun?” “I’m cooking!” “You know how to do that?” She said in a teasing voice as the elevator door opened to the boy's floor, she continued the conversation as she walked towards his door. 

“Yes! I do..” His voice slightly unsure, “Sounds like you’re having trouble.” She mumbles, now at his door trying to be quiet and waiting to knock, “Well the directions are unclear.” “Well, I’ll help you.” “How-” He was cut off by the sound of knuckles knocking against his door. He mumbled a small ‘one sec’ before making his way to answer the door which made the girl laugh.

The door opened revealing the smiling girl, and the very happily shocked boy. Almost without thinking Luke brings Y/n into a big hug, lifting her off the ground with his hand under her thighs. His forehead rested against her collarbone, as if he didn’t believe she was there, like she would slip away at any moment. After a few more moments, whispering their greetings small ‘hello’s and soft ‘i love you’s coming from both.

Luke finally let the girl slip down, her feet once again finding the floor. And as Luke goes to grab his girl’s suitcase, said girl did a once over of the apartment only to see water boiling over the pot and all over the stove, “Luke!” She rushed over to the stove a took the pot of the element and turned the heat down, “Who let you cook unsupervised?” “Jack usually does it.” 

He walked past her, giving her a kiss on the top of her head and walked down the hallway to his room where he set the girl’s bags down and came back to the kitchen to now find that Y/n had taken over the entire operation of making dinner.

“You’re not having boxed mac & cheese for dinner.” She muttered, shaking her head and placing the box back in the cupboard. Collecting a few things she sees in the cupboards and fridge to make him a good dinner. She found an onion, which she was very surprised by. It must have been the influence of Jack’s girlfriend. 

Y/n was already cutting up the onions when Luke came back into the kitchen, and ofcourse Luke came up from behind, his hands wrapped around her waist and his chin rested on her shoulder to watch her actions. He eventually asked to help so she gave him little jobs. Then they sat on the couch, Y/n between Lukes legs as they ate dinner and ended up watching ‘10 things I hate about you’ per Y/n’s request, really it was just because she loved Luke’s reaction when she wouldn’t shut up about how hot Heath Ledger is in it.

“-and he is just, like, beyond what should be humanly capable, y’know?” Grabbing his drink from the side table, Luke says, “He’s good as the joker.” This caused the girl to let out a small laugh.

After the movie the two turned on a show, and just cuddled and talked until they would hopefully fall asleep together.

“Why do all NHL players like golf?” “I don’t know.. It’s a sport to play in summer? And I guess you don’t have to think too hard, and we can just hang out and talk?” 

They were now laying across the couch, Y/n’s head on his chest, Luke’s hands running up and down the girl’s back under her shirt as ‘Bob’s burgers’ played in the background. She drew small doodles on his bicep, as they both lolled each other to sleep as they talked. 

“That makes more sense than what I thought.” “What did you think?” “I thought it was because it’s the same action.. Or close.” 

She didn’t expand thinking Luke understood, she assumed that was self-explanatory, but then Luke asked, “What?” “Y’know, like, shooting a puck and hitting a golf ball is the same action in the hips.” “Okay.” Luke said, softly chuckling as he brought one hand to the girl’s hair, giving her head scratches and twirling the strands between his fingers. 

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UNFINISHED BUSINESS

Drew Starkey!exbf x actress!exgf x Norman reedus

Preview: you are an actress in the walking dead and your ex bf is Drew Starkey and he gets jealous of your cast mate Norman because you guys play a couple

Social media AU

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@ yourusername: happy walking dead day! Hope you enjoy the new season as much as we enjoyed filming it🥺💕💕

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— @ madelyncline: so excited to see u back on my screen bae🥹🥹

^@ yourusername: I miss u bby

— @drewstarkeyisbae111: has anyone noticed Drew hasn’t commented?

^ @rafecameronismyman: omg and did you notice y/n and Norman in the last pic

^ @y/nfan455: obviously they broke up, Norman x y/n is much better

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@ drewstarkey: onto bigger and better things #obx4

@fionapalamo: the best🥰

^@ y/nluvr445: gtfo home wrecker

@ chasestokes: 🙏🙏🙏

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@ rafeisbae: did anyone notice no y/n???

^@y/nxdrewlover: and his new love interests comment and that photo?

^@rafeplsdatemeomg: maybe she’s why they broke up

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@walkingdeadfan5555: oh he messyyyyy

^ @y/nluvr: he definitely wants a reaction from Drew this is so funny

@yourusername: 💕💕💕

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All of a sudden you heard your phone ring while you were watching tv jn your trailer on set. You pick it up without looking at the caller ID due to how tired you had been as it was the release date of the new season of the walking dead.

“Hello?”

“Y/n.” An all too familiar voice speaks, you pause for a moment, confused. You quickly move the phone from your ear and read the caller ID as the only and only Drew Starkey.

“What do you want Drew?”

“We’ve been broken up what? 2 months and you’re already with him? Even though our whole relationship I was worried about that guy. What the fuck how could you do this?” He spat, betrayal clear in his voice.

“I’m sorry what? What the actual fuck are you on about? I’m not with anybody Drew. And even if I was why would if matter you ended things between us.” You sighed, not wanting to get back into this again.

“Why did he post that then? Those photos of you. Doesn’t seem like friends to me.”

“Drew, me and Norman have been working together for years. We are close. It doesn’t mean anything’s going on. And I don’t need to justify myself to you.” You had enough by now and just wanted this all to be over.

“So you’re not with him?” Drew asked, a lot quieter than before.

“No”

“Okay good that’s good.” He said in relief, these last two months had been awful for him. He missed your voice like crazy.

“Is that all you needed?” You spoke, irritation clear in your voice. “Wait I-“

“No drew. You left me. I don’t want to speak to you anymore.”

And you hung up, both of you as heartbroken as the other. If only you knew the truth…

[jihyoruri]

CIB!YN FUN FACTS I KEEP SEEING PEOPLE ASK BUT NOT ABOUT THE BARBIE

CIB!YN FUN FACTS

cib!yn, placed third in produce 48

cib!yn, is known as a barbie and even is a brand ambassador for barbie mattel like even THE WOMEN THE PLAYED BARBIE called yn barbie when the barbie cast did press in korea

cib!yn, she’s also a dior ambassador

cib!yn, is an actress and has been in sweet home, all of us are dead, 20th century girl, the glory (young yeonjin), my demon

cib!yn, is known for her miniskirt cover by aoa

cib!yn, gets a butt load of hate for having a attitude and not respecting her elders during verity shows especially to the asshole male interviewers (“just get on with it already.” “oh you’re going to the military soon? can you go now?” “you’re honestly not that good looking.”)

cib!yn, has deep rooted obsession with the colour hot pink and is known for her early 2000s y2k style

cib!yn, comes from a single mom that’s a rich business woman that taught her daughters to never let love get in the way of your success and that it’s not important compared to the riches (which sorta explains why she is the way she is)

cib!yn, is very close friends with ningning from aespa and yeji from itzy

cib!yn, is known for her outrageous fan boys

cib!yn, she has a tattoo on her lower back (tramp stamp AND IT EATS)

cib!yn, is the biggest once to exist

cib!yn, is known for that one live that she did with when they played a horror game and after the first jumpscare she left sakura and went to chaewon’s room leaving sakura to finish the game alone.

cib!yn, is known for her solo lives because fans feel like it’s like having a ft call with her (she gossips, does makeup, plays music and giving her fans tips about things “always flirt your way out of situations, doesn’t matter how ugly you are.”)

cib!yn, forced chaewon to dye her hair pink with her during iz*one days

cib!yn, is known for her funny ways of answering questions in interviews(“so what do you need to see in a man for him to be your boyfriend?” “boyfriend?” “do you envy any other idols beauty?” “no”)

cib!yn, during iz*one days and the girls were at the airport and yn left her id accidentally so when the staff at the airport asked for it she just told them to search up her name on the internet.

cib!yn, got an insane amount of hate when she played young yeonjin in the glory because people got suspicious of how she played the role so well

cib!yn, has an expensive pink car even though she can’t drive

[edennill-archived]

RoP S2E1 reactions:

Why is Sauron already pretty? What does he even need that for with orcs? I doubt he's that interested in good looks when he's not trying to trick elves or men.

Okay... that speech is ridiculous; what is he even trying to convince the orcs of? Although I guess they did serve morgoth under duress so maybe he does need to gain either their confidence or fear.

The speech makes a poor impression overall. Neither intimidating nor frightening, makes a B-movie impression.

"Many of you will die" xd

Sauron combing his hair back though lollll

Why, oh why is Sauron kneeling!!!?? This is not an European monarchy. That orc is no one to him.

I will admit that the setting of this conversation in the Forodwaith is logical. Figures the remnants of Morgoth's armies might be lying low in the North.

Ides of March!

Oopsie. Now he desintegrated.

What would Sauron even need to have blood for?

"What's that" "Probably the Watcher in the Water (wrong but nvm)" "Phew I thought it was a spider" "I'd prefer a spider" "Maybe you're right"

"I've done evil." Oh wow. Genius, are you.

You wouldn't be that understanding if you knew it was Sauron lol.

Chosing good /s

Lil bro: Did they just gallop all the way from Eregion??

Not-gil-galad my beloathed

"archhhh" lol :/

"Last leaf will fall" bullshit

Poor attempt of paralleling Elwing imo, but kudos for trying .

Sauron caught by orcs? Ridiculous, but good riddance at least.

Are you Moses or something

"There is some evil upon this land that fools our path." Or you're just bad at finding one. "Panic is the fools meal..." (Who just brought up some mysterious evil? The full quote is ridiculous btw.)

You don't have to eat — ah, okay. The wolf trick is smart enough.

Cirdan isn't half-bad. For once.

"You do your father proud" 🥲

Eeesh the wandering song was integrated into the plot so clumsily...

Nori has a good actress but I hate the Harfoot plotline.

Don't bastardise the words of Galadriel's song :(((

The elves have neat clothes though. Except the strange veiled women.

WHY is the tree glowing??? I don't think I have to explain why this is so weird in this context.

Phew, it stopped.

Is Mirdania even a plausible female elvish name? Seems like Mirdan with a weird ending.

[fairytaehl]

lgief rewatch ep. 1

okay so i wasnt able to stop myself from immediately discussing ep 4 here and ep 5 here and here because the festival is my favorite part of the show.

but ill now be starting from the beginning because i love this show and wanna discuss my personal favorite moments from the episodes!! im not much of an analyzer but i may say a few things here and there...

please find the reblogged version with extra comments due to tumblrs photo cap here

where do i begin?! skipping past the first part where we're introduced to miaomiao and the her being struck by lightning and all (which was hilarious) let's get into how CUTE she was waving hi to fuyi!!! i fell in love with her smile asap (as someone who never saw esther yu before.)

what's extra hilarious is the cheering scene, and ill bring this point up again later, but the way she GOES for it, arms linked and all... oh, shes a drinker. in the real world, shes definitely able to outdrink someone.

and i just wanna say they made yao look SO cool on her entry!!! i love her weapon, shes so sick. what a scene!

the fight scene is neither here nor there for me, except for the fact that i felt like the glass pieces kept getting further away and then closer when required, LOL. the continuity was not there. love how ziqi comes in like goku, and never does it again in the series (i dont think?) amazing work. but he looks so hot stalking up to the mirror demon, uncaring about her threats. how'd they get out? what happened to them after that big fire blast? who knows. theyre fine. but heres the first shot of our ziqi being overprotective of yao!! goooood the sister dependency is such a character flaw for you my baby.

rolling his eyes at fuyi being so righteous, and then... dont touch my a'jie. the way his hair is blowing in this scene is phenomenal. credit to the fan making him even more gorgeous while all he's doing is staring at his sister. (ding yuxi has no bad angles and a handsome face coupled with amazing acting skills and weirdly great at intense staring.)

bombastic side eye.

but really appreciate the way we have scenes of how the novel went, seeing esther portray the serious and selfish lin yu is a nice look and so different from how miaomiao is. i didnt read the novel, not that i imagine the drama would follow the same plot, but i wonder how long the demon catchers had been with her for ziqi to see lin yu the way he does.

and, i love how miaomiao visibly shakes after remembering the way the marriage goes between lin yu and mu sheng in the book. girl, id be feeling just as shaken up.

ahhh glaring at her because she touched your sister and you think she has malicious intentions.

can i just say fuyi looks absolutely gorgeous here... literally handsome. breathtaking. i love the little detail with the cloth? streamers? folded over in his hair.

and lmaooooo again, cant let her rest, just have to let her know you do not like her.

im crrrryinggggg. "a'jie, are you okay?" / "i'm fine." "but i'm not :(((((" hes such a baby! yao scolding him is too funny. he obviously wants her attention, still so used to being treated as her precious little brother, but she draws her lines when he starts throwing tantrums. im not including it, but the line where he's dissing fuyi and goes as far as to say, "he even found a woman to marry" as if it wasn't for the purpose of capturing the demon!!! oh ziqi logic fails you when youre angry.

same, miaomiao...

god, this is so funny. you can tell how shes like in the real world. total fangirl and shipper, its beautiful. shes really one of us. also, youre not the supporting lead actress anymore! this is officially your novel, you just dont realize it yet.

love to again, see ziqi give her a look, cause thats all he can do when his a'jie is already berating him.

reblogged version with extra comments here

[artsybug0]

So from that other post from where you mentioned Actor Millie's ex-fiance i was just wondering if we could get just some itty-bitty info about them?

(But no major spoilers)

I’ll try not to spoil anything!

Before Millie met Wally and before she was an actress she was engaged to a human man. Id say they were together for like 3 years before being engaged for one year. Life as a puppet is already difficult but her ex helped her live comfortably in his house and took care of her as she was able to not have to stress so much. Though after their breakup all went to hell again lol

Basically it went:

Struggling

Comfortable

Struggling again but a tad worse

I currently don’t have a name or design for him though :(

But she really did love him and was so excited to get married.

Unfortunately things happen and their break up was not pretty. Leaving mental scars that had Millie a bit hesitant to date Wally or accept her feelings for him.

Of course she was the one who asked him out but after such a heartbreak it makes sense for her to be a bit hesitant no?

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Plastic Hearts, Chapter Seven: Night Crawling

pairing: dieter bravo x actress!oc (Violet Apollo)

rating: E (18+ only, only one minor sexy moment but for safety i’m marking this as explicit, big time angst, talks of drug use/alcohol consumption, talks of sobriety/addiction, fighting, a sort of fluffy ending?)

wc: 4.9k

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Violet was back in LA, soaking in a rose-scented bath, when her phone began to buzz on the stand beside the bathtub. She lifted her hand from the water and dried it on the hand-towel beside her phone before lifting it up and smiling at the caller ID. Swiping the call button to accept the FaceTime, she beamed bright as Dieter’s face lit up her screen.

“I was wondering when you’d call,” she said, taking in Dieter’s annoyed scowl. “Everything alright?”

“Just miss you,” he sighed, sitting down on the sofa of his dressing room. “They’ve been dressing me up like a fucking doll all day long.”

“Are the pictures coming out good, at least?” she asked, shifting her legs in the water.

“I don’t know. We just wrapped, so they’re good enough for Variety, I guess.” Dieter’s eyes seemed to just now take in the fact that Violet was sitting naked in a bubble bath. “Lower your camera a little, I’m trying to see something.”y

Violet laughed and rolled her eyes at him. “You can see all you want when you come home tomorrow.”

“God, I can’t fucking wait,” he groaned. “I don’t know how I’m going to make it when I have to go away for filming.”

“Maybe I’ll come with you,” she suggested. “After all, I may not have a very busy schedule for a while given the fact that my movie currently has a 42% rating.”

“Not because of you,” he noted.

“Doesn’t matter,” she sighed. “Anyways, back to what I was saying. If I don’t have anything going on, would you mind if I came to visit you?”

“Well, visiting is a given,” he said, smiling at her through the screen, and even though they were on opposite sides of the country, it almost felt like he was right there in the bathtub with her. “My Scorsese project starts filming in January. I think we’re supposed to film in Germany for like a month before shooting the rest in England. So…it’s gonna be brutal.”

“That your way of saying no?”

“No,” he sassed. “It’s my way of giving you an out from having to deal with me when I’m miserable.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve already had to deal with you when you’re miserable, D.” Violet smirked at the eye roll he gave her. “Basically, I’m just saying that if you want me there, I’m there.”

Dieter looked longingly at her as she lit up a joint with one hand and took a hit.

“You’re my favorite person in the world, you know that?” Dieter said, the sound of vulnerable sincerity leaving his lips making his heart race and Violet’s smile stretch into a grin.

“You’re my favorite person, too,” she replied bashfully.

“I’ve been going insane here without you,” he continued, shaking his head at her. “Everyone sucks. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, D,” she softened her smile at him. “What time are you getting here?”

“I think I land at like two,” he said. “Can I come straight to your place?”

“Hell yeah, you can,” she replied. “I cleared my schedule for the next few days, so you’ve got me all to yourself.”

“God, I can’t wait.”

“Time for set.” Violet could hear Andrea calling for Dieter in the background, bringing a frown to her face.

“Can’t even have you on the phone for five minutes without someone stealing you away,” she said, watching as his cheek dimpled from his smile.

“I’m pretty sure no one’s ever wanted more than five minutes with me before,” he said, earning an eye roll. “I’ll call you when I get back to the hotel?”

“I might be asleep, but call anyways,” she said, blowing him a kiss. “See you tomorrow, Bravo.”

“See you, Apollo.”

The sound of the call disconnecting made Violet sigh and sink further into her bath, wishing more than anything that time would find a way to hurry just this once so that she wouldn’t have to spend another night without him.

“How long until we get to the hotel?” Dieter asked Andrea as she sat with him in the backseat of his chauffeured SUV.

“Maps says an hour with traffic,” she replied, her tone flat as she typed away on her phone.

“I’m gonna try to call Vi,” he said, pulling out his phone.

“We have to talk about your schedule,” she said, glancing over at him. “Can the call wait?”

Dieter gave her a furrowed brow and a glare as he turned to her.

“What’s there to talk about that we haven’t already figured out?”

“Uh, the fact that you’re booked back to back for the next two years,” she said. “I’m trying to accommodate your new situation—“

“Wait—why’d you say it like that?” he asked, shifting in his seat to face her.

“Say what?”

“Situation,” he replied dryly. Andrea sighed and let out a chuckle as she shrugged.

“I don’t know,” she said. “You two aren’t like—“

“Aren’t like what?”

“You’re not serious,” she said. “The two of you. It’s like a fun thing, but—“

“But what?” he snapped. “She’s too young for me? Too pretty? What is it, Andrea?”

“She’s too…this is harsh, but she’s too fucked up,” she finally managed, watching as he boss stared at her in shock. “I mean, I like her, D, don’t get me wrong, but…this thing…it’s not gonna last.”

“I’m fucked up too,” he said. “Why couldn’t that be the reason?”

“I don’t know,” she sighed and rubbed her temples. “Forget I said anything.”

“No, you think she’s too fucked up for me?” he asked, disbelief and anger forcing his voice higher than it normally was.

“I just think she’s young and has a lot of shit going on, and—“

“You don’t know anything,” he said, turning to look out of the window. “She’s not…we’re going to be fine. I don’t know why you’re putting this shit in my head.”

“I’m just trying to remind you that this was a contractual agreement that has an end date—“

“Yeah, but that was before.”

“Before her movie flopped,” she said. “Think about it, D. Dating you was a career move. Do you really think that’s all changed this fast?”

“You think she’s using me?” he snapped.

“I just think it’s convenient that right after she realized this movie wasn’t going to do what she thought it would for her career that she found a way to keep you around longer.”

“Violet wouldn’t do that,” he said, more to himself than anything. “She isn’t like that.”

“Sure,” Andrea shrugged. “I’m just saying…watch out for your career, too.”

“You were the one scheming to get us together in London—“

“So that there was peace,” she said. “And so that this contract—“

“Fuck the contract,” he said, shooting her a piercing glare. “Doesn’t matter how it started. It’s more than a contract now. Respect that or don’t, but don’t bring her up again—“

“Or what, D?”

“Or…you’re fired.” Andrea gave him a wide eyed look, like she didn’t even recognize him.

“You’re going to fire me? After all we’ve been through?”

“If you don’t keep your opinions to yourself,” he said, turning back to the window. “Violet’s in my life. Get over it.”

“Fine,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Dieter shook his head, his eyes rolling behind his sunglasses while his knee began to bounce from the thoughts racing through his mind. Though he did value both the business and personal relationship he’s shared with Andrea, he’d never found someone who made him feel as understood and accepted as Violet, and that alone was enough reason to ignore her warning.

Violet was at the airport an hour before Dieter’s plane was scheduled to land just out of sheer impatience, hoping that if she willed it hard enough, a miracle would happen and he’d already be there waiting for her to bring him home, but unfortunately, wishing wasn’t enough to stop his plane from being delayed three hours forcing her to wander around, attempting to stay as under the radar as possible while she waited for him.

“Excuse me?” Violet stiffened at the voice that sounded from behind her as she sat in front of a window facing the runway. Turning around slowly, she was greeted with a mother and a little girl around twelve or thirteen who looked awestruck. “Are you Violet Apollo?”

“I am,” Violet said, fixing a friendly smile on her face.

“My daughter is such a huge fan of yours,” the mother said, urging her shaking daughter forward. “Tell her, baby.”

“I—“ the little girl squeaked, her eyes full of tears. “I r-really like your new movie.”

“Thank you,” Violet cooed, frowning at her as she stood up. “You’re such a sweetheart. Would you like a hug or a picture or anything? You’re making me get teary eyed, too.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, wiping her eyes with her sweatshirt sleeves before allowing Violet to give her a tight squeeze.

“Thank you so much for talking to her,” her mother said, reaching into her back pocket to pull out her phone. “Could she get a picture?”

“Sure,” Violet nodded.

After snapping the picture, the mother began speaking again, but this time Violet’s attention was pulled elsewhere to the sight of her boyfriend in all of his gruff, moody glory walking towards her from his gate with his suitcase in one hand rolling behind him, his other hand holding onto the backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Oh my god—“ Violet watched as the mother turned to Dieter, awestruck in her own right as she waved at him like a lovestruck teenager. She met him halfway, holding her phone out to try and take a selfie. “Dieter, could I—“

“I just landed,” he sighed, the glasses he was wearing only slightly managing to hide the bags beneath his eyes. “I’d like to just be able to say hello to my girlfriend before having a phone shoved in my face. Is that alright with you?”

Violet watched as the woman’s mood quickly dampened, her face falling at the sound of her idol snapping at her, forcing Violet to feel guilty by association.

After the mother and daughter left, one feeling on top of the world and one feeling crushed, Violet gave Dieter a tight hug, feeling him melt into her like she was some sort of antidote to whatever was turning his mood so foul.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he mumbled into her hair as he squeezed her tight. “Last night was…it was a lot. I want to tell you about it when we’re alone.”

“That why you were so mean to that poor lady?” she asked, leaning back and holding his face between her hands to get a good look at him in all his scruffy glory.

“Half of the reason,” he replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss on her lips. “I also just can’t fucking stand when people shove their phones in my face.”

“I know,” she cooed, wiping her lip gloss off his bottom lip. “Let’s get you home, then.”

“So,” Violet turned to Dieter sitting in the passenger seat as they started on their way back home. “What’s up?”

Dieter sighed and shook his head. “Andrea said some shit.”

“About you?”

“No,” he said, turning to her. “About…you.”

“Me?” she asked, her voice raising an octave. “What did I do?”

“Nothing,” he assured, reaching to rest his hand on her thigh. “She just seems to think our relationship isn’t an actual relationship or some shit.”

“Okay, well, it is,” Violet chuckled. “Is that all she said?”

Dieter winced as he tried to muster the courage to tell her the worst part of everything—that Andrea believed Violet wasn’t only just “too fucked up”, but in this whole thing for the wrong reasons.

“Yeah, just…just some other shit about your character that I’m not gonna—“

“What did she say?” Violet urged, glancing between him and the road.

“She just said that you’re—and these aren’t my words or my feelings at all, okay? I don’t want you thinking that I feel this way, because it couldn’t be more wrong.”

“Dieter, spit it out.”

“She said you’re too fucked up for a real relationship,” he said, forcing the words out. Violet went silent, going inward immediately and closing herself off. “I need you to know that I told her to shut the fuck up and keep her bullshit opinions to herself. Alright? I don’t believe that. If anything, I’m the one who’s too fucked up.”

After a few more beats of silence and no change of her blank expression, Dieter sighed, rubbing his palm over her jean-clothed thigh.

“Baby?”

“Yeah,” she answered, her voice breaking.

“You’re not fucked up. I don’t know why she said that—“

“Because,” Violet let out something between a laugh and a sob as the first tear fell from her eyes only to be caught by Dieter’s thumb. “Because I am. I’m fucked up.”

“You’re not,” he insisted, sitting up and shifting his body to face hers. “Fuck. I hate that she said that, and I hate that you had to hear it. You’re…fuck, Vi. You’re not fucked up. You’re…”

“I’m what, D?” she cried, wiping her tears away with the sleeve of her hoodie. “I’m a fucking messed up, people pleasing, selfish—“

“You are the most kind, selfless, empathetic, gorgeous human being I’ve ever fucking met. That’s what you are,” he interjected. “I’ve met enough truly fucked up people to know the difference between someone who’s a piece of shit and someone who’s just battling shit. No one gets to fucking fault you for being human. Not as long as I’m around to say something about it.”

Violet frowned, not from the sting of Andrea’s words, but from the sincerity lacing each and every one of his words, so sincere that she felt herself begin to believe it, too.

This is why she loved him. This is why she craved his presence. When Dieter was around, she felt like a person deserving of all the things she spent years believing she never deserved.

“I…I fucking love you, D,” she said, her voice just a broken whisper as she focused on the road. “Thank you for being here.”

“Baby,” he leaned over the center console between them and pressed his lips against her shoulder. “Say the word and she’s gone.”

“No,” she shook her head. “I’m not…she’s been in your life for years. She’s good at what she does. I’m not gonna take it personally.”

“Okay,” he surrendered. “But the next time she opens her mouth—“

“Such a guard dog,” she teased, offering him a tear-swollen smile. “I just need to grow thicker skin. I’m just…shocked. I thought she liked me.”

“I did, too,” he said. “Her loss.”

“Oh, to see myself through your eyes, Bravo.”

“Then maybe you’d take it easy on yourself for once and realize you’re fucking killing it.” He smiled as her laughter filled the car. “I love you, Apollo.”

“Love you, Bravo.”

“God, your house is so much more…housier than mine,” Dieter swooned as he opened Violet’s fully stocked fridge. “All I have in my fridge is red bull and kit-kats.”

Violet laughed as she chopped garlic for the dinner she was making.

“Feel free to come raid my fridge whenever you want,” she said, turning to give him a smile.

“Careful,” he warned with a grin as he grabbed a bottle of sparkling water and joined her at the island. “I might just make myself comfortable here, and after that, you won’t be able to get rid of me. Like a cockroach.”

“What a stunning cockroach you are, Bravo,” she joked, wiping off her knife before carrying the cutting board over to the stove. “Maybe I want you to get comfortable and never leave. Ever consider that?”

“I’ve considered it. Just doesn’t make any sense,” he said, following her to the stove like a dog. Violet melted against him as he stood tall behind her, his hands resting on her hips as he buried his face in her neck. “Why don’t you just order takeout? Free up some valuable time we could be spending doing something more exciting.”

“Because,” she chuckled. “I’ve never cooked for you and I want to.”

Dieter hummed and pressed his lips against her pulse as he tugged her back against the tent forming in his lounge pants, her resolve crumbling with each passing second.

“What can I do to help you, then?” he asked, slipping his hand across her stomach before lowering it beneath the thin material of her pajama pants. Violet’s breath hitched as his palm cupped her heat, teasing her with his warmth.

“You can stop distracting me and pour me a glass of wine,” she said, gathering her wits enough to prevent the garlic and onion she had caramelizing on the stove from burning.

“Red or white?” he asked, pressing his fingers against her clit to rub slow, teasing circles against it.

“R-red,” she managed through her drunken arousal. Dieter pressed a kiss against her pulse before pulling away, his eyes locking with hers as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. “You’re not playing fairly.”

“I’m just having an appetizer,” he said, smirking as he walked over to the wine fridge and tugged out a bottle of her favorite red. “So, what exactly are you making?”

“Pasta,” she replied, moving on to start whipping up the rue for her white sauce. “I used to make it all the time when I was broke.”

“Oh, how sweet of you to make me a struggle meal,” he teased.

“It doesn’t taste like a struggle meal, asshole,” she quipped, earning a sincere laugh. “You’re gonna love it.”

Dieter walked her glass of wine over, placing a kiss on her cheek as he set the glass down on the counter. “M’sorry for being an ass. Just never had anyone do this for me who wasn’t paid to.”

“Your parents never cooked for you?” she asked, a sarcastic lilt to her voice as she looked at him, but when she saw the vulnerability hidden deeply in his eyes, her smile was wiped away. “D…you’ve never had someone cook for you just to cook for you?”

“Uh, no,” he replied, seemingly nervous from the confession as he rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re the first person to do a lot of things for me.”

Violet’s heart both broke and warmed at his words. While she harbored a deep resentment towards his parents and ex-partners for holding back the love she knew he deserved, she also couldn’t help but feel a certain pride in being the first to show him what it was like to be cared for.

“Well, thank you for trusting me enough to do this,” she said, looking away from him to give him some reprieve.

“You’re thanking me for letting you cook for me?” he chuckled. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

“No,” she shook her head and gave him a smile. “Next time you can thank me, but this time, it’s me who gets to do the thanking.”

Dieter only chuckled, a bashful smile growing on his face as he looked down at his bottle of water to hide his blush.

“Maybe I can cook for you one day,” he said. “Though I don’t know how edible it’ll be.”

“It’s the thought that counts, right?”

With their stomachs stuffed and their lungs filled with smoke, Violet and Dieter found themselves out on the town after receiving a text from Lucy inviting them out to an industry party.

Though Dieter wasn’t a fan of going out, especially in LA, Violet seemed eager to get out of the house and let loose for one night, and who was he to deny her anything? He was sure he’d walk through the gates of hell with a smile on his face if it meant she’d be holding his hand.

“Vi!” a man shouted for Violet as she sat on Dieter’s lap, the two of them tucked away in a VIP booth.

“Oh my god,” Violet grinned, standing up to go hug the tall, dark, and handsome stranger. Dieter bit the inside of his cheek as he took in the low placement of the man’s hands resting just above the swell of her ass. “It’s been so long!”

“Well you never come out anymore,” he teased, giving her a wink. “Maybe if your old man let you out of the house—“

“Shush,” she chuckled. “Let me introduce you.”

Holding his hand, she dragged the man over to the booth with a wide smile.

“D, this is Jordan,” she said, letting go of his Jordan’s hand so that he could shake Dieter’s. “You two get acquainted while I go to the bathroom.”

“Hey,” Dieter greeted his competition with a flat tone and unamused look. “How do you and V know each other?”

“Oh, we used to date a few years back, but we’ve been good friends since,” he said, taking a seat at the other end of the curved booth.

Dieter’s jaw ticked, the itch in his palms to soothe his anxiety with a drink or something stronger returning.

“Don’t worry about me, Violet’s made it clear she’s not interested,” he said, though the smirk on his face told Dieter it wasn’t for a lack of trying. “Although, man to man, she’s looking great since she lost all that weight.”

“The fuck did you just say?” Dieter spat, his bored look turning to one of irritation in the matter of a second.

“What? You’re telling me you liked her when she was thick?” he asked from over the rim of his glass.

“Listen, man. I don’t know you. Violet seems to like you, but don’t think that makes us cool,” Dieter said, trying to reel in his jealousy and irritation at the drunken scene in front of him. “And don’t talk about her.”

“Chill, man,” Jordan said, chuckling at Dieter’s protectiveness. “She’s a grown woman. She can pick her own friends.”

“I never said she couldn’t,” he argued. “She can pick all the shitty friends she wants.”

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole,” Jordan scoffed, standing up from the booth. “Don’t know what the fuck she sees in you.”

Dieter gritted his teeth as he watched Jordan disappear into the club, leaving him alone in the booth to sip on his water.

When Violet returned, Dieter noticed a change in her demeanor, her hands fidgeting as she reached for her tequila soda. With a little closer inspection, he felt his stomach sink at the powdery white substance lingering on her nostril.

“What the fuck?” he sighed, reaching to wipe the coke away. “When did you start doing this?”

Violet tensed up, shooting him a glare as she pulled her compact mirror out of her bag and fixed herself.

“You gonna answer me?”

“Dieter, god, I’m just trying to have fun,” she snapped, sliding off of his lap. “It’s not like I have a problem—“

“Yet,” he interrupted. “When did this start?”

“When we weren’t talking, now can you drop it?” she groaned, her high clearly crashing from Dieter’s serious tone.

“Do you know how dangerous this shit is?” he asked, leaning in to speak quieter as Lucy and her boyfriend joined them at the table.

“You’re one to talk,” she snapped. “What? You can have fun and it’s okay, but I can’t?”

“I wasn’t having fun, I was fucking addicted,” he countered, surprised to feel the amount of irritation towards her that he was. “But fuck it. Do what you want, be friends with who you want—“

“That’s what this is about? You’re jealous?”

Dieter scoffed and stood up, forcing her out of the booth so that he could walk outside to get a breath of fresh air. “Dieter!”

She’d followed him, the click of her heels on the sidewalk as he walked down Sunset with a joint in his mouth acting as an alarm to his already incredibly anxious heart.

“Vi, I don’t want to fight,” he sighed, breathing out the smoke. “I just…do you know how hard it was to quit that shit? How many people I lost? How it affected my career? Do you honestly think it’ll be any different for you?”

“I don’t know!” she snapped. “I’m just trying to let loose and act like a fucking normal twenty-five year old!”

“Maybe that’s not a good thing,” he mumbled to himself.

“You don’t get it,” she rolled her eyes. “You’ve had the entire fucking world handed to you.”

Dieter looked her dead in the eyes, his lips parted as he tried to separate his feelings for drunken Violet from sober.

“Violet,” he said softly, tilting his head as though he was trying to recognize her. “You’re drunk and saying shit you won’t remember, but I will.”

“Just…go home,” she sighed, wrapping her arms over her chest to warm herself up.

“Vi—“

“Go,” she repeated, gesturing at the road. “If you’re going to judge me—“

“I’m not judging, I’m trying to look out for you—“

“I’m not a fucking child to look out for!” she snapped, yelling and drawing eyes on them, the flickers of hidden cameras following shortly. “Just admit that you think I’m fucked up like Andrea does.”

“What?” he demanded, almost laughing at her drunken train of thought. “You know what, right now you are being really fucked up. And you’re right, you’re not a child. You can do what you want. But if you think I’m going to stay and watch you burn yourself into the fucking ground, you’re wrong.”

“Then go,” she said, her face turning stone cold.

Dieter shook his head as he looked into her eyes, seeing the same brokenness in them that he saw in the beginning of their relationship, but this time there was something else in them—something close to resentment.

“Alright,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion. “You want me to go?”

“If you’re going to be like this.”

Shaking his head, he looked towards the road and swore under his breath.

“Fine,” he said, ashing his joint out on the sidewalk. “Have fun with your fucking hangover.”

“I will,” she snarked.

It was six in the morning when Dieter woke up, the sound of his phone ringing on his nightstand acting as an alarm.

“Hello?” he croaked, still half asleep.

“D…I’m outside.” Violet’s voice sounded worse than his, forcing him wide awake. “Can you come let me in?”

“Yeah, just…give me a second,” he said, hanging up the phone so that he could slide his robe on.

When he opened the door, he was met with a very sloppy looking Violet, still beautiful even with eyeliner and mascara smudged around her eyes, the strap of her tight minidress hanging off her shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, already crying. Dieter shook his head at her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight until her sobbing ceased. “I said so much dumb shit—“

“Shh,” he hushed her as he guided her into his home, locking the door behind him. “It’s okay.”

“No,” she cried, turning to face him in his foyer. “I said shit I didn’t mean. I…you were right. I shouldn’t be touching any of that shit, but I just—“ She took in a deep breath and shook her head. “I’m so lost, D. I don’t know what I’m doing. I feel like I don’t deserve anything good, especially you. I mean, what kind of girlfriend brings their sober partner to a club? All because I wanted to get out of my head. Fucking stupid.”

“Stop,” he said, reaching to wipe her tears away. “I’m not going to lie and tell you I wasn’t fucking pissed, but…I get it. I get everything going on in your head right now because it went through mine for twenty fucking years. And I wish I would’ve had someone step in and tell me I was being a fucking idiot. That’s all I was trying to do, just…just trying to make sure you don’t make the same mistakes I did.”

“I know,” she nodded, stepping closer to him, her hands settling on the collar of his robe. “I should’ve listened to you. Last night was…the worst. Jordan tried to cop a feel and then I started screaming at him and got us all kicked out. Then him and Lucy started going at it, and her boyfriend stepped in and tried to fight him, getting them both arrested—“

“Jesus.”

“I know,” she frowned, looking up into his eyes. “It was childish, and stupid, and reckless, and…once you were gone, all I could think about was how fucking much I wished I’d just gone home with you.”

“Well, you’re here now,” he said, offering her a small smile as he cupped her cheek with his hand. “And by the looks of it, you need a shower and some comfier clothes.”

“Desperately.”

“Well, let’s go,” he said, planting a soft kiss on her cheeks before nudging his head in the direction of his bedroom. “We’ve got some making up to do.”

[likeanormalhuman]

The Soap Opera Milkman Scene

Below the break is the second chapter of my current Doppelganger Francis x Doorman fic. Featuring soap opera dream sequence. Chapter below the break, fic on AO3 here (Currently rated M).

Chapter 2: When the real milkman came through—fit in a clean pressed uniform without a single speck of scarlet milk on him—the doorman buried her feelings in her checklist.  Because if a doppelgänger didn’t kill her, then surely one of those days, her embarrassment would.

“Paperwork looks correct.  ID matches,” she said.  She hesitated a moment.  Then stood up and peered down the glass window.  Yep.  His pants and shoes were pristine white.

Francis Mosses gave her a look that might have been quizzical were he not so dead eyed and tired.

“Just, uh, checking.  You know.  For, uh, scarlet milk,” she said, tongue already tripping on its way to betray her.

“What?” Francis Mosses said.

“Well, uh, there’s chocolate milk and strawberry milk.  Maybe scarlet milk is the next big thing,” she said.  With her foot in her mouth already, it seemed like she ought to just place the whole boot in there too.

Francis Mosses didn’t quite frown at her, but the line of his mouth did seem to deepen into that direction.  “There is no such thing as scarlet milk,” he said after a beat.

“...Right.  You’re absolutely right.  And you would know, since, you know, you’re a milkman,” she said, mortified, and quickly went back to her papers.

What was she even doing? s he thought to herself as she stared at the blank space between the checkboxes.  The doppelgänger hadn’t even been able to pick up on puns, but had known immediately about her silly little crush.  She didn’t stand a chance against an actual human being like the real Francis Mosses.  The papers beneath her fingers crinkled, and she quickly dropped her gaze down and smoothed them back out.

This was ridiculous.  If she was going to go so far as to be ashamed of being ashamed, she thought, she might as well let the doppelgängers take her and be done with it.

Be brave.  Be bold.  Be like Henry, but better, she chanted the mantra to herself.

Henry wouldn’t get worked up over a crush.  Henry wouldn’t care if said crush knew about it.  Heck, Henry wouldn’t even care if a random doppelganger knew about it.  …Well, because Henry would have just exterminated all of them, innocent or otherwise, but still…

“Everything is in order,” she said at last, clearing her throat and marking off her checklist.  She pressed the button on the left.  “Have a pleasant day.”

Francis Mosses didn’t say anything in response.  He merely gave a brief, tired nod, and then disappeared from view.

Alone with only the dirty glass and dusty wallpaper to look at, the doorman let out a long breath.  She slumped down in her seat, all the professionalism leaving her posture, and hit the switch to close off the building for the day.  Heavy metal shutters slammed down, and her shift was at an end.

Mentally and physically and mortifyingly emotionally run through, the doorman stuffed her adverbs down with a TV dinner for one in the cramped apartment assigned to her at the back of the building.

“Too tired for two faced two timers?  Try Divorce Attorneys ‘R Us today!” said the chipper broadcaster on the telly that had come with the room.  “If there's reasonable doubt they're not a doppelgänger, you may not even owe alimony!”   

She stabbed at a half frozen pea and switched the channel.

“...Doppelgänger activity at an all time high.  Self proclaimed human lifestyle expert Frederick Franzber joins us now to teach our audience his top ten tips to tell if your date is truly human—”

She flipped through the channels, this time landing on a staticky soap opera.

“...oh, Lewis, my love!” the buxom blonde actress crooned.  “How I have missed you!  …but what is with the new mustache, my darling dearest?  You are always so clean shaven…”

“That is because I am not Lewis!” the chiseled chin man declared.

The woman gasped and pressed a hand to her cleavage.  “Then…can it be?  After all these years?”

“Yes!” The man grabbed her around her waist and pulled her close against his half-bared chest. “I am not Lewis, but his long lost twin brother Luis!  Here to take back the life he stole from me, including the woman I loved!”

“Oh, Luis!”

“Oh, Lois!”

The actors kissed passionately on screen.

The doorman quickly switched the TV off, and went straight to bed.

She opened the door and there he was.

He didn’t say a word as he entered.  He didn’t need to.  He simply stepped up to her, his shirt already undone, and took her in his limber arms, not even looking at her eyes like he already knew the sin of her soul.

“Oh, Francis,” she tried to croon, but her voice caught and made it sound more like a croak.

His arm tightened around her waist, and she curled closer against him, guided by her own yearning.  She reached out to brush against pale smooth skin, stretched taut over muscles dusted with fine, dark brown hair that she wanted to curl her fingers into.  The light was distractingly in her eyes, but she could trace his form clearly as she drew her eyes back over his shoulders, the unbuttoned uniform hanging loosely from them in long white stripes like he was one of those great marbled gods in their regal chitons.  He could be in a museum, she found herself thinking.  But she was glad he was not.  Otherwise she would never be able to touch him like this, would never be able to be touched by him like this…

“How I have missed you…  But you are already practically out of uniform.  And you are usually such a careful dresser…what are you even doing here?” she found herself saying, even though that was not what she wanted to be doing.  

He did not answer, but instead danced his fingers lazily down her sides in response, counting a slow rhythm along her ribs before trailing to the soft skin of her belly, and then dipping down lower, lower, lower…

She shuddered, and leaned in, wanting so desperately for more of him.   He touched her, but kept his face above hers, present and pressing, but not dipping low enough to meet her eyes nor to kiss her lips.  He was right there with her, yet out of reach.  Oh, she yearned for him to be closer.  Yearned for him not just between her legs, but flooded through every sense of her being: touched, seen, heard, smelled, and tasted.  

She wondered if he would taste like milk.

“That is because I am not Francis,” he said at last, breathing air into the space between them that she wished wasn’t there.

“How…  Can it be?...” her voice trailed off, losing its grip on the script.

“Yes,” he said.  “I am not Francis, but ‘Francis’.  Here to take the life stolen from me…”

And his lips parted wider.  

And she could see fangs.

And she tasted iron.

The doorman woke up, having bitten her tongue.

And that was how the doorman swore off watching soap operas before bed.

[mithliya]

omg hi! I was thinking about it after I saw post on radblr about gendered languages soo I want to ask you to make a poll if it's okay!

my native language is gendered so you can refer to chair as he and to door as she and everything, it is not only reflected in nouns but also in adjectives and verbs. and since everything is gendered, you can't talk about someone without specifying their sex, so for example, if you want to say "this teacher is very nice" you need to specify in every word that teacher's sex.

so the problem in my country that feminists are dealing with, is that people, when referring to a woman, are using he/him for noun and she/her for the rest of the words. like in "this doctor is very nice" "doctor" will be used in a male form, while all the other words will be used in a female form or if someone want to say "this doctor is a good specialist" they will only specify that this is a woman only in a word "this" or won't do even that.

this way of using words is already erasing women from the language, but with all that, one of the arguments against using female form while talking about a woman (which is grammarly correct and is what feminists are asking for) is that female form sound "unserious" or "unprofessional". it is also a common thing to hear something like "she's not an actress, she's an actor!" as if "actress"(female) is inferior and "actor"(male) is superior.

there are female forms of words that people do not care about(some still do), mostly because it is usually women's professions like "teacher", "kindergartener", "flight attendant", "babysitter", etc but it is only adding to all that misogyny.

so all this talking was because I wanted to ask you to make a poll about if other women speaking gendered language have this kind of problem in their country/language.

I also always feel weird when people in english are using gay as an adjective, like saying gay woman instead of lesbian and gay people while referring to LGB but not lesbian people or bi people for some reason. but it seems like a lot of woman here on radblr don't really mind that? so I thought that it might be because of how english is not gendered and if there's any gyns speaking gendered languages, I would also like to read what they think about it.

my language is similarly gendered! coincidentally, chair is also masculine, but the door is also masculine. table is feminine, pillow is feminine, blanket is masculine, room is feminine, etc. it would also be in arabic that if you say "this teacher is very nice" it would be "this(feminine) teacher(feminine) is very nice(feminine)". its extremely gendered which i dont mind but what i DO dislike about it is if you want to be neutral, the default is male. masculine is both masculine and neutral depending on context. male as neutral doesn't sit right with me personally.

how it works in your language sounds terrible! one thing i like about my language is the way words are feminised is pretty simple and consistent. doctor vs doctora, teacher (mudaris, male) vs teacher (mudarisa, female). you just add an -ah sound at the end of the profession & it becomes female.

i would argue english IS gendered tho, its just not as gendered as languages like arabic, german, spanish, etc but it is indeed gendered. especially compared to languages like mandarin, in which the pronoun for both sexes is ta (so no he nor she, just ta. context clues or the character used will indicate the sex tho). theres also stuff to be said about how "female" and "woman" have "male" and "man" in them.

ANYWAYS... heres the poll u asked for,, i wasnt sure if some of these options apply to any languages but i thought id make these options regardless in case thats simply my ignorance: